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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

but really the thing should be autonomous

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet


i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

yeah


...

what do you think my name is

feel you

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

kind of mythopoesis

It Will Get Lighter